Work Text:
Wrapped up and bound,
I have found that
The sound you make
When you’re waking
Will break my plans to do anything.
Instead I sit,
Read a bit with
Lamp lit and hand
Stroking, spanned ‘cross
The band of you, all sleek shine and gloss
My scaly dear
Coiling here, with
No fear of hurt.
You are worth care,
Deserve to be guarded, gift most rare.
So take your rest.
Dream your best, love.
This breast won’t yield;
My flesh shields thine—
I’d wield my sword to protect what’s mine.
Bound up and trapped,
Fully wrapped up,
Held captive by you—
But we two are
A group, and I’m happy here, my heart.
